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to wander, Or upon the shore to bellow, Therefore you should hasten homeward, And the women fire will kindle, In the field of honeyed grasses, On the ground o'ergrown with berries.' "Nyyrikki, O son of Tapio, Blue-coat offspring of the forest! Take the stumps of tallest pine-trees, And the lofty crowns of fir-trees, 290 For a bridge in miry places, Where the ground is bad for walking, Deep morass, and swampy moorland, And the treacherous pools of water. Let the curve-horned cattle wander, And the split-hoofed cattle gallop, Unto where the smoke is rising, Free from harm, and free from danger, Sinking not into the marshes, Nor embogged in miry places. 300 "If the cattle pay no heeding, Nor will home return at nightfall, Pihlajatar, little damsel, Katajatar, fairest maiden, Quickly cut a branch of birch-tree, Take a rod from out the bushes, Likewise take a whip of cherry, And of juniper to scourge them, From the back of Tapio's castle, From among the slopes of alder. 310 Drive the herd towards the household, At the time for bathroom-heating; Homeward drive the household cattle, Cows from Metsola's great forest. "Otso, apple of the forest, With thy honey-paws so curving, Let us make a peace between us, Haste to make a peace between us, So that always and for ever In the days that we are living, 320 Thou wilt fell no hoofed cattle, Nor wilt overthrow the milch-kine, Through the finest of the summer, In the good Creator's summer. "When thou hear'st the cow-bells ringing, Or thou hear'st the cow-horn sounding, Cast thee down among the hillocks, Sleep thou there upon the meadow, Thrust thine ears into the stubble, Hide thy head among the hillocks, 330 Or conceal thee in the thickets, To thy mossy lair retreat thou, Go thou forth to other districts, Flee away to other hillocks, That thou mayst not hear the cow-bells, Nor the talking of the herdsmen. "O my Otso, O my darling, Handsome one, with paws of honey, I forbid thee to approach them, Or molest the herd of cattle, 340 Neither with thy tongue to touch them, Nor with ugly mouth to seize them, With thy teeth
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